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Maya's iphone glowed at 11:47 PM, the screen illuminating her face like a digital spotlight in her darkened bedroom. Three message drafts sat in her notes app—each one progressivel...
Marcus's hair was doing that thing again—the third-period explosion where his curls became a chaotic halo around his head. He'd spent twenty minutes with gel and hope that morning,...
The goldfish crackers were supposed to be my emergency snack, not the only food at my first house party. I stood in the kitchen of Chloe's ancient split-level, clutching the Family...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, towel wrapped around his waist like armor. The first day of summer, and his friends had already decided this was the summer they'd a...
Maya's iPhone dinged during seventh period, and her heart did that stupid flutter thing it always did when *he* texted. She risked a glance under her desk—Mr. Harrison was rambling...
Maya's orange hair wasn't a choice—it was a rebellion. Last Friday, after her best friend since kindergarten ditched her for the popular crowd, she'd bought the cheapest box of neo...
Fifteen and stuck at my uncle's ranch for the summer—literally my worst nightmare come true. No WiFi, no friends, just me, Red Dirt Texas, and Buster, his ancient cattle dog who lo...
The coaxial cable lay between us like a dead snake, its copper wire exposed where Tyler's little brother had chewed through it. Typical. "You said you fixed this," I said, tossing...
Maya's life officially became a train wreck at 12:47 PM on a Tuesday. She'd spent weeks gathering intel on Tyler—calculating his lunch route, memorizing his hoodie rotation, basica...
My lucky hat sat crushed at the bottom of my backpack, a casualty of trying too hard. This was it: padel tryouts, and I was about to make a fool of myself in front of half the scho...
My hair had other plans. Three inches chopped too short, thanks to a salon encounter I'd rather forget. Now I looked like a trendy internet personality's awkward younger sibling. T...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair, usually a boring mouse-brown that blended into classroom walls, now blazed radioactive orange. Maya's gonna freak when she sees this...